The sofa is looking somewhat more used than when she saw it last, the cushions squashed and a blanket folded across the back showing that he has likely been sleeping there to avoid ever being far from his work. Truly, he has been extremely busy, although he has been physically resting as much as that work allows him to.
"I'd been meaning to get them together sooner..." He pauses to peer at a page, then glances up at her offer. Her swift departure makes him frown, but he is nearly finished tidying. The papers form a couple of neat stacks at one end of the coffee table, leaving ample space for their tea. He folds the glasses and sets them neatly on top, partly to anchor a few writing utensils from rolling off the top of the heap. His PINpoint is kept within easy reach, though, in case any urgent messages should come in. His agents are at greater risk now than usual, taking up the slack for him. It's a situation that irks at him, but even if he felt physically capable otherwise, that wheeze destroys his stealth.
When she returns his expression has softened subtly, and he seems slightly more at ease. The shift between working and social persona is subtle, but it is there. He has a sneaking suspicion she is making the tea because she thinks he shouldn't be up and around, but for the sake of a peaceful evening he refrains from protesting, at least for the moment.
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:32 am (UTC)"I'd been meaning to get them together sooner..." He pauses to peer at a page, then glances up at her offer. Her swift departure makes him frown, but he is nearly finished tidying. The papers form a couple of neat stacks at one end of the coffee table, leaving ample space for their tea. He folds the glasses and sets them neatly on top, partly to anchor a few writing utensils from rolling off the top of the heap. His PINpoint is kept within easy reach, though, in case any urgent messages should come in. His agents are at greater risk now than usual, taking up the slack for him. It's a situation that irks at him, but even if he felt physically capable otherwise, that wheeze destroys his stealth.
When she returns his expression has softened subtly, and he seems slightly more at ease. The shift between working and social persona is subtle, but it is there. He has a sneaking suspicion she is making the tea because she thinks he shouldn't be up and around, but for the sake of a peaceful evening he refrains from protesting, at least for the moment.